her mind was the one that formed when he said he would
strip and let her touch him. “May I touch you now, Sir?”
Chapter Six
Jason groaned.
He’d just given her a list of rules most women would have slapped his face for,
right before they stormed out of the room. But not this one. His admiration for
her swelled along with his cock. He stood, unzipped his pants as much to
relieve the pressure as to remove them. “A promise is a promise.”
He shucked his
clothes, draping them over the chair he’d moved back to its spot in the corner.
It was well designed, perfect for restraining a sub, sturdy enough to do the
job and allow for all manner of wicked activities at the same time. He’d have
to give it some thought.
He ran a hand
over his face and took a centering breath. Her scent lingered on his hand.
Damn. She’d gotten to him like no other woman ever had, and now he was going to
let her touch him? His dick was so hard, he was sure he’d go off like a rocket
at her first touch. He glanced over his shoulder. She waited for him, still in
her subservient pose—perfect in every way. He went through his pre-batting
ritual three more times before he moved to stand before her.
“Let me help you
up,” he said, reaching for her.
“Please, Sir, I’d
like to start at your feet if that meets with your approval.”
He reached for
her, dragging her up by her armpits. “No. It doesn’t meet with my approval. I
won’t allow you to decide how we go about things. Not now. Not ever. Is that
clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m
sorry, Sir. I meant no offense.”
“Apology
accepted. You may touch me now with your hands only. Don’t touch my cock until
I tell you to.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She reached a hand out and touched his chest, measuring the distance between
them before taking a tentative step closer.
He closed his
eyes, absorbing the shock of her touch, reveling in the flowery scent that
seemed perfect for her. He’d never look at a rose the same way again. Damn,
this was so not a good idea. He forced his eyes open. He needed to observe, see
her reaction to his body as she trailed her hands up and over his shoulders,
kneading and testing each defined muscle. He managed to remain still while she
explored his upper body, front and back, his face, arms and hands. When she
traced the long scar down the middle of his chest with her fingertip, he froze.
A frown turned her lips down and wrinkled her forehead.
“What are you
thinking, girl?”
“What happened,
Sir?”
He never talked
about his scar with anyone, but he saw no reason not to tell her how he’d
acquired it. There were only a handful of people in the world who knew the
whole story, and they kept quiet at his insistence, so the information wouldn’t
be an automatic connection to his identity.
“Heart surgery
when I was a kid,” he said.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be.
It only made me stronger.”
“I’m glad, Sir.
Your body is magnificent. I’m honored you have asked me to serve you.”
“Your opinion
pleases me. For that, you may continue. Anywhere except my cock.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Her smile sent a fresh supply of blood rushing to his groin.
He steeled
himself for her continued exploration. When she had worked her way to his feet,
he laughed when she urged him to lift first one foot then the other, so she
could explore the soles. “You’re very thorough.”
“Thank you, Sir.
I want to know every part of your body as well as you will know mine.”
“That’s an
admirable goal, and one I’ll take into consideration. For now, you may touch my
cock and balls. Hands only,” he cautioned. Lord help him, he prayed, giving no
thought to whether such a prayer was appropriate or not. Her soft hands sought
him out, one closing around his cock, the other around his sac. He called up
batting stats on every single member of the Yankees in an effort to distract
himself from her touch. He didn’t make it
strip and let her touch him. “May I touch you now, Sir?”
Chapter Six
Jason groaned.
He’d just given her a list of rules most women would have slapped his face for,
right before they stormed out of the room. But not this one. His admiration for
her swelled along with his cock. He stood, unzipped his pants as much to
relieve the pressure as to remove them. “A promise is a promise.”
He shucked his
clothes, draping them over the chair he’d moved back to its spot in the corner.
It was well designed, perfect for restraining a sub, sturdy enough to do the
job and allow for all manner of wicked activities at the same time. He’d have
to give it some thought.
He ran a hand
over his face and took a centering breath. Her scent lingered on his hand.
Damn. She’d gotten to him like no other woman ever had, and now he was going to
let her touch him? His dick was so hard, he was sure he’d go off like a rocket
at her first touch. He glanced over his shoulder. She waited for him, still in
her subservient pose—perfect in every way. He went through his pre-batting
ritual three more times before he moved to stand before her.
“Let me help you
up,” he said, reaching for her.
“Please, Sir, I’d
like to start at your feet if that meets with your approval.”
He reached for
her, dragging her up by her armpits. “No. It doesn’t meet with my approval. I
won’t allow you to decide how we go about things. Not now. Not ever. Is that
clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m
sorry, Sir. I meant no offense.”
“Apology
accepted. You may touch me now with your hands only. Don’t touch my cock until
I tell you to.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She reached a hand out and touched his chest, measuring the distance between
them before taking a tentative step closer.
He closed his
eyes, absorbing the shock of her touch, reveling in the flowery scent that
seemed perfect for her. He’d never look at a rose the same way again. Damn,
this was so not a good idea. He forced his eyes open. He needed to observe, see
her reaction to his body as she trailed her hands up and over his shoulders,
kneading and testing each defined muscle. He managed to remain still while she
explored his upper body, front and back, his face, arms and hands. When she
traced the long scar down the middle of his chest with her fingertip, he froze.
A frown turned her lips down and wrinkled her forehead.
“What are you
thinking, girl?”
“What happened,
Sir?”
He never talked
about his scar with anyone, but he saw no reason not to tell her how he’d
acquired it. There were only a handful of people in the world who knew the
whole story, and they kept quiet at his insistence, so the information wouldn’t
be an automatic connection to his identity.
“Heart surgery
when I was a kid,” he said.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No need to be.
It only made me stronger.”
“I’m glad, Sir.
Your body is magnificent. I’m honored you have asked me to serve you.”
“Your opinion
pleases me. For that, you may continue. Anywhere except my cock.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Her smile sent a fresh supply of blood rushing to his groin.
He steeled
himself for her continued exploration. When she had worked her way to his feet,
he laughed when she urged him to lift first one foot then the other, so she
could explore the soles. “You’re very thorough.”
“Thank you, Sir.
I want to know every part of your body as well as you will know mine.”
“That’s an
admirable goal, and one I’ll take into consideration. For now, you may touch my
cock and balls. Hands only,” he cautioned. Lord help him, he prayed, giving no
thought to whether such a prayer was appropriate or not. Her soft hands sought
him out, one closing around his cock, the other around his sac. He called up
batting stats on every single member of the Yankees in an effort to distract
himself from her touch. He didn’t make it
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